Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.